Post by anirbas on Jul 4, 2019 20:31:11 GMT -6
From a time, five decades ago, not unlike the times
we are living in now.
Country still embroiled in a seventeen years war overseas in Third World countries, we'd be best served to bring our service men and women home from, posthaste. It is time. Long over due, in my humble opinion. Our troops are beleaguered and riddled with PTSD. Stats of returning vets suicide rates are astronomical. Seventeen years.
Stateside, we've got civil unrest from coast to coast. Much of it inspired by fat cat politicians and corporate "America" that have lost their touch with reality and humanity, these past four decades.
Minorities targeted by this reckless and ruthless current administration including African Americans; Mexican Americans; American Natives; any brown skinned asylum seeker wannabe Americans; and all female Americans of any skin color from black to white to yellow, and any shade of flesh in between; and worst of all, CHILDREN ARE DYING AND DISAPPEARING IN THESE ATROCIOUS BORDER SIDE DETENTION ENCAMPMENTS, BABIES. YOUTHS. TWEENERS AND TEENS. WTH!!!
I was nine years old when Jimi Hendrix played this iconic guitar solo at Woodstock in 1969. I remember seeing news footage of the Viet Nam war on the television. I remember seeing news footage of Civil Rights Marches by African Americans, and in some cases, yes, riot footage provoked by ridiculous, unconscionable infractions against them; and Women's Marches; and Students Marches against war and the draft, that unjustifiably brought the death of four college students at Kent State.
I saw dogs set on black people and college students in news footage of the late Sixties and Seventies. I saw people knocked down with both massive jets of water canons and police and or National Guard baton and bludgeon folks. I saw Viet Nam war footage, I'm not sure, I should have seen. I saw all of these events on television, in my parents living room, because for all the things my parents censored, they did not censor the news.
I remember overhearing them and the other adults that surrounded my childhood discuss these matters, at various times. All to often, in raised voices strident with passionate dissension, if the adults in question opinions differed. And did they ever differ when they differed! LoL
A time, as far as social dissension and unrest is concerned, much, far to much like our present day in this country.
I felt this beautiful, discordant, dissonant, aurically mournful and violent by turns version of The Star Spangled Banner to my core, listening to it, earlier, today.
It is my fervent hope and wish, that the throes of what our nation is experiencing these past few years, will ultimateley lead to better days and better ways for all of us and from all of us, towards one another.
Happy Fourth of July. If you're breathing, you're alive. And that's a beautiful place to be. It means we all have one more chance, at least, to get it right in the next moment...
Amen. Blessed Be. Namaste'. Whatever.
~*~
"...Jesus loves the little children.
All the children of the world.
Red Brown Yellow Black or White.
They are precious in his sight.
Jesus love the little children of the world..."
You know, if you read this far, you just heard your mother, or grandmother, singing this church song, in your head, while you read the lyrics. I know I did while I typed it. LoL. Weird.
~Sabrina aka Anirbas aka Nir.
